Zhongzhou.

Although it is not completely one-sided in the rout like the West Desert, Nanling, and Beiyuan, it is also on the weak side.

Thousands of ancient warships in the sky swept across the sky, releasing monstrous power, and the shaking void sneered.

Countless primeval creatures released fierce killing intent, and when they saw people, they rushed up to fight frantically, as if they were crazy, and there was no need for life and death.

Under this war, the originally prosperous Zhongzhou was almost turned into a miserable ruin, with flesh and bones everywhere.

While countless monks and primeval creatures were fighting bloodily, the battle between four middle-aged men wearing dragon robes and a primeval king also reached a fever pitch in the sky.

To be precise, it was the Great Xia Emperor, the Guhua Emperor, the Jiuli Emperor, and the Shenzhou Emperor who jointly urged a set of human-shaped golden suits to fight against the ancient king.

The Golden Holy Cloth held the Golden Holy Sword and carried the Golden Divine Bow, just like a living being.

Although the Ancient King was strong, under the joint urging of the four emperors, this golden holy robe was only slightly weaker than the former, and it could barely support it.

"I really underestimated your background! Presumably, the four of you are also the strongest of the human race in this era, and there are even such extreme battle suits. ”

This is a humanoid primeval king with thick golden hair and a pair of golden ancestral dragon horns, after shaking off the golden suit with a punch, he looked at the four emperors playfully: "But how long can you delay? The final outcome will not change." ”

When the words fell, the primeval king laughed without any scruples, and the breath released was extremely terrifying, making people tremble.

Then, he swept over the golden battle suit, slapped his palm at the four emperors, the void collapsed, and the dazzling laws of heaven and earth fell into the sky like a rainbow, suppressing the past with a monstrous aura.

"Prepare to wake up the Guardians!"

The Great Xia Emperor, the Guhua Emperor, the Jiuli Emperor, and the Shenzhou Emperor glanced at each other, as if they had made an important decision.

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Eastern Wilderness.

Above a mountain forest, a huge teleportation array with a diameter of 100 meters lit up with a demonic light, and brilliant runes flickered.

With a buzzing sound, a figure appeared in the teleportation array.

It was a high-ranking monk who wore a slightly ornate robe, but his face was anxious.

But just as he walked out of the teleportation array and saw everything around him, the anxious look on his face was instantly replaced by surprise and confusion.

The mountains are still full of birds and flowers, the spring water is clear and meandering, and the trees are verdant and full of life.

There were no fights, no roars, no brilliant brilliance, no horrific corpses, no ancient warships above the sky, and countless primeval creatures, and the mighty primeval kings.

"Isn't this the Eastern Wilderness?or maybe the primeval creatures don't look down on the land of the Eastern Wilderness?" Alan glanced around, muttering with confusion between his eyebrows.

Woohoo!

"Who's coming?"

At this moment, several sounds of breaking the sky sounded, and a team of divine rainbows crossed the sky, appearing around the teleportation array in an instant.

This teleportation array is guarded by many top forces such as the Shaking Light Holy Land, the Desolate Gu Ji Family, and the Yaochi Holy Land, and the first team to reach this wave is the patrol team of the Shaking Light Holy Land.

"Fellow Daoists, the little monk is from the Western Desert, I wonder if this place belongs to the Eastern Wilderness?" Alan asked.

"Of course, this is the confines of the Shake Light Holy Land. A patrolman spoke.

Hearing this, Alan immediately asked, "Didn't the ancient creatures invade the Eastern Wilderness?"

"Here they are, but they're all dead. A patrol member replied.

"What? dead!"

Hearing the answer, Alain's mouth opened wide, his face was incredulous, and he asked again: "How many of them came?

"Thousands of warships, the breath is quite terrifying. Moreover, it was led by an ancient king, and it was terrifying. The patrol member said with a serious face.

"Why...... Why are you still winning? What about the ships, and the corpses? What do you do?"

Alan was completely stunned, and leaned out and pointed around: "Since you have experienced a big battle, why can't you find any traces of the battle?"

Several patrol members smiled at each other in response to a series of questions thrown by Alain, and then gave a brief description of Wu Fang's deeds of killing all the primeval creatures.

"Hongjun Ancestor, kill the Ancient King and thousands of primeval creatures with the power of one person!"

"Is he the Emperor of the Ancients?!"

After listening to what the patrol members said, Alain was stunned, as if he couldn't believe his ears, like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and as if someone had poured a basin of cold water from head to toe, and his whole body was numb.

After recovering from the shock, Alain suddenly looked happy and excited.

If what these patrolmen said was true, that person named Hongjun Ancestor could really kill all the primeval creatures with his own strength, as long as he invited the other party, then the Western Desert would be saved!

Thinking of this, Alan looked at a patrol member with some excitement, and couldn't wait to ask: "Fellow Daoists, the Western Desert has also been invaded by the primeval creatures, and the major hosts are doing their best to fight the primeval king. Right now, the Western Desert has become a bloody hellish battlefield, and perhaps only Hongjun Ancestor can save him. Please tell me, where are the Hongjun Ancestors?"

"The Ancient Jiang Family. ”

After getting the answer, Alan thanked him again and again, turned into a rainbow, and disappeared into the sky in an instant.

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"Who is coming?" In the sky above Jiang's house, Jiang Taixu's eyes froze, and a terrifying coercion enveloped the north.

Feeling this powerful power, Alan was shocked, could it be that the person in front of him was the ancestor of Hongjun?

Thinking of this, Alan immediately bowed down to Jiang Taixu: "Alan is the first seat of the Great Leiyin Temple in the Western Desert, meet the ancestor of Hongjun!

"The Great Thunder Yin Temple of the Western Desert?"

Jiang Taixu showed sympathy on his face, and took a deep breath and said, "You are wrong, I am not Hongjun Ancestor. As for the danger of the Western Desert, the old man will ask the ancestor what he means for you. ”

"Let's go for it. Without waiting for Jiang Taixu to make a move, a calm voice floated out of the air.

"You...... You are Hongjun Ancestor......" Looking at the figure that appeared in front of him out of thin air, the senior monk Alan trembled with his tongue and a surprised expression on his face. Obviously, he didn't expect that it might be the existence of the Ancient Emperor anyway, just a young man who seemed to be about twenty years old.

"Buddhists say that saving a life is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter. Let's go, go to the Western Desert. The indifferent words fell, and Wu Fang waved his sleeves.

As the thunder dissipated, Ye Fan, Duan De, Ji Ziyue, Jiang Taixu, and Alan and others all disappeared above the Jiang family.

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